Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Iran and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Mission of Burma to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skriet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The New Christs,
The Durutti Column,
a-ha,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Popol Vuh,
June of 44,
Echospace,
Jimmy McGriff,
Skriet,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Junior Murvin,
Boz Scaggs,
Negative Approach,
Bauhaus,
K-Klass,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Toasters,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Main Source,
Fear,
Joy Division,
Radiohead,
The Cowsills,
Angry Samoans,
Reuben Wilson,
Harpers Bizarre,
Arthur Verocai,
The Dirtbombs,
John Holt,
Peter & Gordon,
Soft Machine,
Tom Boy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Average White Band,
Blossom Toes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Barbara Tucker,
Altered Images,
The Count Five,
D'Angelo,
The Wake,
These Immortal Souls,
Gong,
Outsiders,
Glenn Branca,
Nils Olav,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Qualms,
Masters at Work,
Cybotron,
Colin Newman,
Hoover,
Wire,
UT,
Japan,
The Leaves,
The Moody Blues,
Moby Grape,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Blake Baxter,
Alphaville,
The Detroit Cobras,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.